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"I don’t think she is!" Olive said "I don’t think she is at all!"

But Saed the stuffing out of her, Sath, scanning for cuts and bruises "Tell y I scraped an to treain Sa, "There, there …"

Itin any capacity Stranger still, her wound wasn’t even bleeding, and there was no gore or little bits of entrails hanging out of it, like I knew to expect from horror movies Instead, Saiant hole-punch

Though everyone was dying for an explanation, we had elected to give the girls a moment to themselves, and stared in amazement from a respectful distance

Enoch, however, paid the into their personal space, "but could you please explain how it is that you’re alive?"

"It’s nothing serious," Sah my dress may not survive"

"Nothing serious?!" said Enoch "I can see clear through you!"

"It does smart a little," she ads like this always do"

Enoch laughed des like this?"

"In the name of all that’s peculiar," Millard said quietly "You knohat this means, don’t you?"

"She’s one of us," I said

We had questions Lots of questions As Ese to ask them

Did Sam realize she was peculiar?

She knew she was different, she said, but had never heard the term peculiar

Had she ever lived in a loop?

She had not ("A what?"), which meant she was just as old as she appeared to be Twelve, she said

Had no ymbryne ever come to find her?

"Someone came once," she answered "There were others like me, but to join them I would’ve had to leave Es?" I asked

"I can count backward froh her sniffles, and then began to deht …"